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Before I get boring, I want to tell you all an anicdote that my professor told us today. We had a Raphael picture on the screen, in which he painted the Holy Spirit in the form of a downward flying dove. My professor cracks up and tells us this story: "My sister said she wanted a tattoo of the Holy Spirit, so I got her a copy of this one because it's Raphael and it's perfect. She proceeds to get it on her lower back. So now whenever you see her back, you can't help but notice that the Holy Spirit is flying down her butt-crack."
...I laughed for a good 5 minutes...
Ok, quick update before I continue writing my introduction for my thesis.
I saw Comic Relief on Friday, and I must say that everyone involved did a rather fabulous job. When Greg did his monologue and then Viki came on the stage and opened the next scene with "I believe that man is gay" I nearly peed myself. Bravo to everyone! I'm auditioning for Jon or Zach's plays tomorrow night.
After the show, I returned to my apartment where a night of drunken debauchery was taking place. There were many corseted and half-naked women and various partially naked men, all quite drunk on tequilla and SoCo, everywhere. It was some well-deserved fun! There were events that could be quite dramatic, but I really do not feel like being dramatic and I certainly will not be going out of my way anytime soon to start drama, so I am going to just leave well enough alone. (Lisa, I know you only read this for the drama in my life, so IM me if you want to know it.) I had a great time, as did all of our guests, and really that is all that matters. Our last guests, except for the ones who stayed over, left at 5am and I began cleaning the house. I have decided that I have some sort of organizational/neatness OCD. But there are worse things I could have. I mean, my planner is color-coded. That's bad. Seriously.
Saturday and Sunday I worked a couple of weddings and didn't get much sleep, and my partner on Sunday was a COMPLETE idiot. I mean, REALLY. And we had 4 tables, so that was a painful shift because not only was he an idiot, he was lazy and annoying as well. I think I snapped at him once, which I felt terrible about afterwards, but I just couldn't help it.
Today I got up at 7:30 to go run participants for my research. Waking up when it's cold SUCKS, but it's not so bad once you're up. Until you fall asleep in your Renaissance and Baroque Architecture class...oops.
...I laughed for a good 5 minutes...
Ok, quick update before I continue writing my introduction for my thesis.
I saw Comic Relief on Friday, and I must say that everyone involved did a rather fabulous job. When Greg did his monologue and then Viki came on the stage and opened the next scene with "I believe that man is gay" I nearly peed myself. Bravo to everyone! I'm auditioning for Jon or Zach's plays tomorrow night.
After the show, I returned to my apartment where a night of drunken debauchery was taking place. There were many corseted and half-naked women and various partially naked men, all quite drunk on tequilla and SoCo, everywhere. It was some well-deserved fun! There were events that could be quite dramatic, but I really do not feel like being dramatic and I certainly will not be going out of my way anytime soon to start drama, so I am going to just leave well enough alone. (Lisa, I know you only read this for the drama in my life, so IM me if you want to know it.) I had a great time, as did all of our guests, and really that is all that matters. Our last guests, except for the ones who stayed over, left at 5am and I began cleaning the house. I have decided that I have some sort of organizational/neatness OCD. But there are worse things I could have. I mean, my planner is color-coded. That's bad. Seriously.
Saturday and Sunday I worked a couple of weddings and didn't get much sleep, and my partner on Sunday was a COMPLETE idiot. I mean, REALLY. And we had 4 tables, so that was a painful shift because not only was he an idiot, he was lazy and annoying as well. I think I snapped at him once, which I felt terrible about afterwards, but I just couldn't help it.
Today I got up at 7:30 to go run participants for my research. Waking up when it's cold SUCKS, but it's not so bad once you're up. Until you fall asleep in your Renaissance and Baroque Architecture class...oops.